
The Birthday Boy
8:50 am. This morning. Me, standing at bottom of stairs: “Nick! Are you awake?” Nothing. “Nick!” Nothing. Dracko, from the chair across the room: “NICKLIE!”
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Skip to contentLet us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)

8:50 am. This morning. Me, standing at bottom of stairs: “Nick! Are you awake?” Nothing. “Nick!” Nothing. Dracko, from the chair across the room: “NICKLIE!”

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